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condom, throwing it on the bed. She snapped her head around, looking at the foil package then back to me.
Sliding my zipper down, I let my jeans fall to the floor and dropped to my knees in front of her.
“I think you’ve got too many clothes on, darlin’.” I reached down to slip the Converse off her feet. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Lay back for me.”
I stilled when she hesitated, bringing her hand to my face. Her lips were parted, as if to ask me something.
“You okay?” I rose to eye level, leaning into her touch.
“Fine,” she murmured, dragging my lips to hers for a slow kiss.
Breaking away, she lowered herself to the mattress, never taking her eyes off me. I stared at her, fingering the button of her jeans for a second before popping it open. Tugging at her zipper, I finally chanced a peek at the smooth skin of her stomach. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss just below her belly button. And I was gone. Gone for her.
I pulled off her jeans with a couple of tugs, and her hand clamped down on mine when I reached for her panties. Slipping out of my grasp, she moved to the head of the bed.
“Come here.” She reached out a hand for me, pulling me toward her when I grabbed it.
Positioning myself on top of her, I ground my cock into her thigh. My mouth came down hard on hers, tangling our tongues in a fury. I devoured her, my desire to get close, closer , driving me to distraction.
Breaking our connection abruptly, she brought her hand to my face. “What’s your hurry, Cameron?”
The question hung between us as I stared down at her. “I...”
Before I could finish, she pulled me to her, pressing a soft kiss on my bottom lip. There was no frenzy. No promise of wild abandon. Just a lingering taste of honey, and her fingers in my hair. Sliding her tongue between my lips, she rolled it over mine in a gentle wave.
The tension that built behind the kiss sent pulses of electricity shooting through me. It was the sweetest kind of torture. The kind that you couldn’t satisfy. Not in weeks. Or months.
Or two days.
I rolled on my back, the thought sobering me like a bucket of cold water. Lily froze beside me. Reaching down, I found her hand, lacing our fingers as the weight of it settled on me.
“I didn’t want you to stop,” she said quietly. “Just slow down.”
“I’m not stopping, baby. Just catching my breath.”
I bit my lip at the endearment and the sentiment behind it.
Rising to her knees beside me, she looked down on me with hesitation. It had been years since I’d seen anything resembling hesitation on a woman’s face. Every woman I’d been with knew what she was getting. Or whom they were getting. Cameron Knight. For an hour, maybe longer. No expectations, no repeat performances. It was a song I knew as well as any I played on stage. But Lily stripped that away. It was Cameron Noble she saw.
Finding the hem of her shirt, she pulled it over her head. Pebbled nipples strained against the gauzy fabric of her lavender bra. She wasn’t wearing fuck-me lingerie. Or even a push up bra. She hadn’t cajoled her way backstage or onto my tour bus.
I was a selfish prick for playing this game, and even more selfish for what I was about to do.
Pulling her toward me, I kissed her softly. “You’re beautiful, Lily,” I murmured against her mouth. I wanted her to feel the words, the rush of breath when I said them. “Stay with me tonight.”
My heart sank when she pulled away. Her leaving was the best thing. At least one of us had the self-control to realize it.
Standing, she looked over her shoulder at me. “Can you help me with this?” Turning her face to the wall, she gathered her hair to one side.
I moved to the side of the bed, pushing to my feet. “With what?”
My hands hovered above her shoulders before I gave in, resting them on her smooth skin.
“With my bra. It’s a little tricky.” After a few seconds, she turned to
Sliding my zipper down, I let my jeans fall to the floor and dropped to my knees in front of her.
“I think you’ve got too many clothes on, darlin’.” I reached down to slip the Converse off her feet. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Lay back for me.”
I stilled when she hesitated, bringing her hand to my face. Her lips were parted, as if to ask me something.
“You okay?” I rose to eye level, leaning into her touch.
“Fine,” she murmured, dragging my lips to hers for a slow kiss.
Breaking away, she lowered herself to the mattress, never taking her eyes off me. I stared at her, fingering the button of her jeans for a second before popping it open. Tugging at her zipper, I finally chanced a peek at the smooth skin of her stomach. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss just below her belly button. And I was gone. Gone for her.
I pulled off her jeans with a couple of tugs, and her hand clamped down on mine when I reached for her panties. Slipping out of my grasp, she moved to the head of the bed.
“Come here.” She reached out a hand for me, pulling me toward her when I grabbed it.
Positioning myself on top of her, I ground my cock into her thigh. My mouth came down hard on hers, tangling our tongues in a fury. I devoured her, my desire to get close, closer , driving me to distraction.
Breaking our connection abruptly, she brought her hand to my face. “What’s your hurry, Cameron?”
The question hung between us as I stared down at her. “I...”
Before I could finish, she pulled me to her, pressing a soft kiss on my bottom lip. There was no frenzy. No promise of wild abandon. Just a lingering taste of honey, and her fingers in my hair. Sliding her tongue between my lips, she rolled it over mine in a gentle wave.
The tension that built behind the kiss sent pulses of electricity shooting through me. It was the sweetest kind of torture. The kind that you couldn’t satisfy. Not in weeks. Or months.
Or two days.
I rolled on my back, the thought sobering me like a bucket of cold water. Lily froze beside me. Reaching down, I found her hand, lacing our fingers as the weight of it settled on me.
“I didn’t want you to stop,” she said quietly. “Just slow down.”
“I’m not stopping, baby. Just catching my breath.”
I bit my lip at the endearment and the sentiment behind it.
Rising to her knees beside me, she looked down on me with hesitation. It had been years since I’d seen anything resembling hesitation on a woman’s face. Every woman I’d been with knew what she was getting. Or whom they were getting. Cameron Knight. For an hour, maybe longer. No expectations, no repeat performances. It was a song I knew as well as any I played on stage. But Lily stripped that away. It was Cameron Noble she saw.
Finding the hem of her shirt, she pulled it over her head. Pebbled nipples strained against the gauzy fabric of her lavender bra. She wasn’t wearing fuck-me lingerie. Or even a push up bra. She hadn’t cajoled her way backstage or onto my tour bus.
I was a selfish prick for playing this game, and even more selfish for what I was about to do.
Pulling her toward me, I kissed her softly. “You’re beautiful, Lily,” I murmured against her mouth. I wanted her to feel the words, the rush of breath when I said them. “Stay with me tonight.”
My heart sank when she pulled away. Her leaving was the best thing. At least one of us had the self-control to realize it.
Standing, she looked over her shoulder at me. “Can you help me with this?” Turning her face to the wall, she gathered her hair to one side.
I moved to the side of the bed, pushing to my feet. “With what?”
My hands hovered above her shoulders before I gave in, resting them on her smooth skin.
“With my bra. It’s a little tricky.” After a few seconds, she turned to
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